annamay: I like the color green. Like the kind of green you find out in the middle of the woods
Reece: And I, a pleasant pink. The kind of pink you can see from the sunrise.
annamay: The green that feels special to only me, and me alone.
Reece: The pink that reminds me of happier memories when I'm on my own.
annamay: This kind of green makes me feel calm and ready to do anything
Reece: Yet, I lie about my favorite color for fear of people judging me.
annamay: People think I'm basic when i say green, but they don't know the whole reason
Reece: I'm afraid of admitting to pink. Who knows what they would think of me then? Anxiety, pushing such petty things to the brink.
annamay: But even if all the pretty things become extinct, I'll always remember that one kind of green
Reece: Watching the sunrise, and seeing the pink; I'll just accept this part of me.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 7:49 PM UTC
annamay: I like the color green. Like the kind of green you find out in the middle of the woods
Reece: And I, a pleasant pink. The kind of pink you can see from the sunrise.
annamay: The green that feels special to only me, and me alone.
Reece: The pink that reminds me of happier memories when I'm on my own.
annamay: This kind of green makes me feel calm and ready to do anything
Reece: Yet, I lie about my favorite color for fear of people judging me.
annamay: People think I'm basic when i say green, but they don't know the whole reason
Reece: I'm afraid of admitting to pink. Who knows what they would think of me then? Anxiety, pushing such petty things to the brink.
annamay: But even if all the pretty things become extinct, I'll always remember that one kind of green
Reece: Watching the sunrise, and seeing the pink; I'll just accept this part of me.
